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It started couple of years into his disbarment. Phoenix Wright was having trouble sleeping. First Trucy got really bad flu and he barely slept because of his anxiety. When she was okay again he still found himself starring at the ceiling. He just had too many things to think about at night. Friendly Kristoph Gavin being a menace, he was the one behind forgery, Wright already figured out as much. Miles Edgeworth working on their research back in Europe. Having trouble to provide for his daughter while trying to keep a low profile. Investigating with Edgeworth, being his assistant on cases, feeling normal at those moments. Maya's new training being to harsh for her. Miles's small and cozy apartment back in Paris, where they drank that nice wine and Phoenix still couldn't gather the courage to tell the man how he felt...
Okay, he thought about Edgeworth a lot, but that was nothing new. However, not being able to fall asleep till early morning for so many days in a row was relatively new. Phoenix tried to manage it. Drink a bit before going to bed, but it only made him sad for some reason. Drinking more, like he did for a while after someone disappeared, was out of the question with him being a father now. Wright started researching ways to cure his insomnia on the internet.
Counting sheep made him think even more. Reading got him invested or tired but not sleepy. He was still too used to make himself read trough sleepiness, skill he gained back in law school. Also, once Phoenix did fall asleep but the book fell on his face and now he was too cautious to relax after that. Exercise before bed was difficult, he got home too late not to disturb neighbors and on top of that adrenaline made it even harder to fall asleep. Music didn't help, he was listening more then dozing off.
That's when Phoenix Wright finally opened his first ASMR video. "100 triggers in an hour" or something like that. He barely had an idea what it was. And somewhere between water spraying on umbrella and squishy toy sounds he was asleep. It was the best sleep he got in days. From that day he watched ASMR regularly, to fall asleep or to relax. Even as a reading background sometimes. It helped a lot during studying for retaking the bar exam. He even subscribed to few different asmrtists.
The night before Turnabout Terror's first trial in ages he searched for a video to watch at the evening, as he couldn't manage to fall asleep yet again. Unfamiliar channel by the name of "ASMR with Mister M" was recommended to him by the all knowing algorithm. Phoenix couldn't help but chuckle. "POV You are a piece of evidence in a case | ASMR, soft spoken" was the title of the video that caught his eye. His search history must have mixed up a lot, with him checking all the right procedures. But as it was weirdly on point he opened it.
"Good evening, for those who want to find some relaxation. Please enjoy being investigated." Nice male baritone announced, and the role-play part begun. Creator hid most of his face, only his lips appearing in frame sometimes. He was wearing plane white shirt, whispering softly. He showed his hands while putting on gloves, pretended to examen the camera and told someone instruction to take a photo, followed by two soft sounds of camera shutter. He tapped on a folder, wrote on paper, whispered and so on. His voice sounded somewhat like Miles's. It was very nice to listen to and Phoenix soon fell asleep.
Gradually he became a dedicated Mister M subscriber. He watched everything and for the first time in his life even donated him some money. Mister M wasn't accepting large donations, and for the small one he demanded a video idea "therefore I can provide you some services, as it's not my source of income, just a hobby. I am grateful for your desire to support me anyway". Phoenix though for a bit, and remembering how much this creator's voice resembled Miles's. Gathering his courage he typed "Soft whispers: terms of endearment, positive affirmations, mentioning of romantic feelings". Asmrtist wasn't under any obligation to film it anyway. He did some Q&A videos, where he told that people asked him to record extremely sexual things, or role-plays he wasn't comfortable with, or just demanded a face reveal, and that he won't do any of the above. So Phoenix was sure he won't record anything he doesn't want to.
But about a week after Phoenix sent his donation Mister M uploaded "POV I tell you how much you mean to me" and it was all that he asked for and even more. He used a binaural microphone for it, he poured his heart out, even declared his love.
Phoenix Wright had trouble sleeping again. He watched this video over and over. When he closed his eyes he could see Edgeworth saying all of those things, whispering them to his ear. But it wasn't true. It wasn't Miles, but just an actor talking to a microphone. Phoenix ended up crying himself to sleep at the dawn, while listening to it again and again.
It started when his therapist told him to get a hobby. No, it started when he had a nervous tick and though he liked the sound of tapping on his wooden desk. No, it started during his sabbatical when he couldn't sleep once again and out of frustration typed "fall asleep" in his search bar and opened his first ASMR video.
Now, years later Miles Edgeworth was used to filming those videos himself. At first he tried it out of curiosity. No talking, just handwriting with a dip pen, simple calligraphy practice. To his surprise people actually liked it. He started gaining followers. After few of those writing videos he tried tapping. Then as a joke he posted role-play. "POV You meet an old friend walking his dog". It was familiar yet not a revealing role. Miles was cautious to hide his identity, never wearing any of his suits to film in. Soon enough he had a room dedicated to filming with a separate wardrobe, that he used only to be in front of the camera. He clipped his hair up, and used expensive wigs couple of times, even if only his lips were visible. Edgeworth did all the montage himself to stay as discreet as possible. Only his donation service had his real name. Service his fans - he had fans now - begged him to implement.
One day Miles received yet another donation. Highest that he allowed possible - thirty dollars was as much as he allowed his fans to sent him. But it wasn't what got his attention but the obligatory video idea that came with it.
"Soft whispers: terms of endearment, positive affirmations, mentioning of romantic feelings".
It wasn't bad. He saw a lot of people asking for ear licking, unpacking of condoms or sex toys, even demanding a face reveal sometimes. This was different. It felt... sad and romantic at the same times. Like his viewer was lonely. Miles felt an urge to film it this week. But for two days in a row he stood in his 'studio', unable to write a script, or improvise this scenario. How could he act romantically towards a pair of white plastic ears. It was just plastic. It lacked human form, deep blue-brown eyes, radiant smile, black spikes of hair...
The next day as he was having a friendly dinner with Wright after successfully losing a case to the very same man. His daughter, who was assisting at the time, didn't accompany them, as she went somewhere with her friend. So they were alone, chatting in a nice Italian restaurant, enjoying the atmosphere. Miles tried desperately to gather the courage, to maybe transform this night into a more significant one. Into a date if he dared to dream. But then, as if something happened, his best friend's face fell.
"You know, Edgeworth, sometimes I feel like such a failure. I won a case today, and you congratulated me on uncovering the truth. I should be happy but..." He glanced to the window. "I'm now afraid of presenting evidence sometimes, you know? Still having dreams about that time... But this case is another one that leads back to Kristoph. To him getting 'non guilty' to the worst people possible for so many years. As if telling me I should've acted sooner, not for my sake but for the sake of justice. There would be far less damage to fix now."
Miles needed to help his friend, his own romantic feelings be damned. "You are not a failure. You did all you could do, Wright."
"Both Vera's father and Trucy's father might have been still alive if..."
"Trucy's biological father. And you don't know if they would be, you can't be sure. Especially Drew Misham. As for Trucy... what if her actual father, you, would be dead instead?" Edgeworth argued, not letting him dwell in self hatred.
"And I didn't provide her good childhood she deserved, what a shitty dad I am." Attorney bit his lip as he was crumbling slowly. He had a long path ahead of him after his disbarment.
"You gave her the love and care she needed. Trust me, I know that it ,means much more then money. You are the most caring person I know, please don't be too hard on yourself, Wright." Miles almost begged and finally seeing Wright smiling with a corner of his mouth. He wanted to say so much more but most of those words felt out of place, so when his friend changed the topic, remembering something from Trucy's last show, Edgeworth followed.
It was the next evening at home when Miles looked at his set and knew exactly what to film. He had no idea, what his fan wanted to hear, but he new exactly what he wanted to say, and whom to. Thinking of Phoenix Wright he turned on his camera.
"I know you are feeling down, but please don't be so hard on yourself. Darling, you went a long way, and I'm extremely proud of you. Whatever challenges might await you, I know you can overcome them. And I will be there for you. I will hold your hand if you only ask me."
"You inspire me each and every day. I live and breathe thanks to you, dearheart. Without you I wouldn't be here today. As I look at you my heart is filled with warmth you give me. You ignite the fire in me, so I can gave you warmth back, let me do it."
"You lead me to the correct path in life. My sweetheart, you showed me the light, the truth. You are my true north. I love you. I adore you. Ich liebe dich. Je t'aime. Aishiteru."
"I think about you every day, my dear. I wake with thoughts of you, I fall asleep with memory of your smile. You shine so brightly in my eyes. Your smile is my treasure. You are the love of my life."
As Miles watched himself say all this during the montage he wished he had the courage to tell it directly to Wright. Not to say it to the void of the internet, where his subscribers would be indeed happy, but none of them was the one who he was addressing to. With somewhat heavy heart he uploaded his love letter.
It ended as suddenly as it begun. The flood started out of nowhere and stopped five hours later but the damage was done. Wrights apartment smelled of wet concrete, wet papers, wet towels... everything wet. Everything he and Trucy didn't manage to bring outside in meantime. Thank god Edgeworth was there to help. He didn't just came himself as Phoenix called him in blind panic, he called a van, to gather their things in, and helped Wright and his neighbors argue with their landlord.
"Are you ready to leave?" Chief Prosecutor, who was absolutely not obliged to be here in the middle of a workday, inquired, as they were bringing last of Trucy's props that were still in tack to the van. "You saved all you documents? Adoption papers?"
"Yes, yes, and I have a copy at the office anyway." Phoenix stretched his shoulders. "Edgeworth, you sure you okay with us staying at your place? I can book a hotel or something..."
"Out of question! Fixing everything will take more then a couple of days, and my house has enough empty rooms for both of you to feel comfortable." Edgeworth typed something on his phone, not ever looking at the defense attorney. "If there will be more issues, tell me, I'll help you with the lawsuit if it comes to that."
Just like that Phoenix found himself on the passenger seat of his friend's car, with his daughter dozing off at the back. It was a stressful day for her as well. Not the worst they had by far, but still, not fun. Van with all their belongings was following closely.
First evening was spent on unpacking things into two guest rooms, ordering pizza - for once Miles actually agreed to that without a fight, maybe he knew they needed something simple and greasy. All three of them took Pess on a walk. Now and then Wright had to answer a call from his neighbors or call his landlord, but for the most part everything was proceeding as expected. Yet, at two in the morning he found himself starring at the ceiling of the guest room. Attempts to fall asleep failed, one after another. His was too high on adrenaline still.
Therefore Phoenix scrolled through his phone, putting on his earphones. They weren't the comfortable ones he usually used, but he had to make himself relax. Mister M latest video "Office supplies tapping ASMR" was suggested to him immediately but he scrolled past it. It felt wrong to listen to a man who resembled Edgeworth so much while at Edgeworth home, more even while using his wifi. Few thumbnails after he was once again saw Mister M content. Now the app decided to make him miserable by suggesting the one he viewed the most times. The one he requested himself, where that mysterious man whispered so lovely of his affections.
Fuck.
Wright closed app and shut down his phone. He definitely won't watch that while here. Warm shower should calm him down. Maybe he'll read something. Review few cases. Or just forget about sleep altogether for today.
The amount sleep he got in the end was about three hours total. Thank god it was Saturday, and he wasn't supposed to go anywhere - maybe home to check if they started fixing everything but it could wait - so he stayed at Edgeworth place, as his daughter kissed him goodbye before rehearsals and Miles went to take his dog for a walk. They didn't focus on how tired Phoenix was, they just thought he was exhausted from yesterday and nothing much. But two cups of coffee later, attorney who was used to pulling all nighters, was energetic once again.
"Do you happen to have some books on Borginia's law system?" He asked while holding his phone with his shoulder and going around Miles's study. "Asking for research purposes."
"Wright, don't touch anything. I will be home in a half an hour and give you any book you require." Man on the other end if the line grumbled.
"Just say yes or no, Edgeworth. So do you have anything of sorts?" Phoenix took a couple of books out, looked over them and placed them back. "I'll find them myself if they are here."
"I know you! You'll mess up my placing order and I will never find anything again." Suddenly his attention shifted. "No, Pess, drop it! Drop it!"
"Well, you told me you give it to me as you get back, so it has to mean you have it." Phoenix deducted while his friend was arguing with his dog, who probably was trying to eat garbage, while having a gourmet meal waiting for her at home.
"Wright! Don't you dare-" Prosecutor couldn't divide his attention to fight them both but he made an attempt anyway.
"Ok, I'll find it myself, have a nice walk and buy some milk you're out of it. Bye!" Not listening for further complaints Phoenix dropped the call. He could absolutely manage to find a book. It should be at "B" for Borginia or "L" for Law. Easy as that.
Couple of minutes into his search he noticed that one wall between two book shelfs was uneven. He noticed that space before because it had a very lovely picture of seashore, but didn't pay much attention to it. Miles had a safe behind a picture in his office, maybe it was just another safe, he didn't care much for that. But now wall itself was sticking out and he noticed a door handle that usually blended well with the bookshelf.
Curiosity took a hold of Phoenix, shutting his brain completely, and he pulled the fucking secret door open.
He expected a lot. He expected nothing at all. It could have been an empty room. A smaller extra study. An archive. Super secret evidence room. Forensics laboratory. A Steel Samurai dedicated room. A sex dungeon even. But not this.
It was a small filming studio. There was a nice camera, extra lenses for it were lying neatly on the shelves to the side. Hanging from the wall were few backgrounds on a special crane. Couple of pastel ones, gray, and a green screen. Besides the shelves stood a wardrobe and a dressing table.
But what got his immediate attention was another thing. Phoenix watched enough ASMR to recognize binaural microphone standing right in front of the camera. He took one more step into the room and noticed that placed on the shelves were not just lenses. There were different types of microphones and more importantly props. All kinds of props, from pens and utensils to fluffy Japanese ear pics, from Rubik's cube and chess to kalimba. Carefully, as if it was a crime scene Phoenix picked at the wardrobe. Most of the clothes were ordinary shirts and sweaters but there was a white doctor's coat, long cape and book holsters. He closed it back.
It was a studio for recording ASMR videos, no doubt about that. But why was it in Edgeworth's home? Phoenix found himself asking this question to no one and thinking back - because he probably records ASMR, you Herlock!
It was strange to find it and felt like a huge violation of privacy on Phoenix part but well, he already was here. He stepped closer to the camera, barely processing what he just found out about his best friend, when he notIced the microphone was engraved. It all seemed weirdly familiar. Defense attorney mind bit the clue as he saw it and Wright looked closer.
Made in an elegant font engraving said only "Mister M".
Phoenix felt worse then before. For almost a year he was falling asleep to Edgeworth voice. Wright basically paid Edgeworth to pretend he loved him. Going back out of the room, stepping carefully, he minded his every step to left it as he found it, door barely opened and everything.
Miles Edgeworth went home as fast as he could. Leaving suddenly energetic Phoenix Wright to his own devices was a bad idea. But Pess wasn't helping, as she dragged him too far in the park. Wright also mentioned milk, but there was a delivery app for groceries. That he used on his way back to buy extra - who knew how long he would have to share his home with two more people.
Well, if someone asked him he would say preferably forever, but well... Wright and his daughter were only accepting his hospitality as long as their apartment was in the worse state then it usually was. And at the moment it was terrible. Even electricity had to be shut down for at least few days while everything dried off. Therefore as a good host he ordered groceries for three people. Finally he was opening his front door, finding pleasure in knowledge that someone was waiting for him.
That Wright specifically was waiting for him.
He might as well indulge.
"I'm home!" He called out smiling and letting Pess off the leash, while taking off his shoes.
"Hey." Response was far more quiet then he expected.
Did Wright actually find the book he was looking for and he was to interested in his research? Didn't sound like it. Was he upset by something? It seemed more likely.
Edgeworth went to kitchen where his dog was already waiting her breakfast and Phoenix Wright was sitting staring at the table. Humming to himself Miles placed food before his pet and went to sit opposing to his friend. He held a mug of black coffee that seemed cold and barely touched. "Did something happen while I was gone?"
"Well..." Man in front of him trailed off, moving mug in his hands. "You know..."
"No, Wright, I actually have no idea." Crossing his hands Miles decided he didn't want to pull the answer by force, but he couldn't let it go either. "Elaborate, I don't want to guess."
Phoenix laughed strangely. "No, you actually do know. I just don't know how to say it without making you want to run away."
Was it something about their relationships? Then he must make his stance known. "Wright, I thought I made it clear, I won't go anywhere for long periods of time anymore. Especially unannounced. It was a mistake that I will not repeat. I own a house and a dog here, if it's any proof for you."
"You are telling the truth." Wright suddenly pulled magatama from his pocket and before Miles could express how he disliked it being used on him, attorney pushed it in his direction. "Take it. Just in case you have any doubts about what I tell you. Please."
Feeling more cautious with each passing minute Edgeworth took the rock. "Are you happy now? Now tell me, what is the matter-"
"I found your room."
"My what?" It took Edgeworth a few seconds to comprehend this information and then he felt his whole face burning. Wright was searching in his study where the door to the studio was. Studio from which he ran yesterday to help his friend and supposedly didn't close it properly. Miles was terrified, starting to shake. How could he explain his hobby to someone who knew nothing of this sort of media. "I told you not to-"
"Hold it! I don't judge you or anything!" Wright put his hands up, as if to stop him. Then he hid his gaze again, going back to clinging to his mug. "Actually I watch ASMR for like five years already I think. It's usually the only way for me to calm down or fall asleep."
Thank God he didn't have to explain what the microphone with two plastic ears on the sides was for. It still was an embarrassing situation but not a total disaster. "I can... relate to that. I also consider watching ASMR videos a good method of relaxation. As for recording..." Miles gathered his courage, explaining himself was the only way out. "My therapist suggested I find myself a hobby few years ago and I decided to record my calligraphy training. It all went on from that. As I gained some following and support of the community I decided to try other genres as well, it seemed interesting to film them."
"It's great you did, you're very good at them." Casually dropping another bomb on Edgeworth, Wright acted as if he saw them. Did he search his pseudonym while Edgeworth was absent? "All of them, even your old calligraphy sessions are good."
"Wright how did you manage to watch them? The old ones especially. There are hundreds of clips..." Miles couldn't help but ask as man before him traced rim of his mug.
"I'm one of your subscribers. I know I should've gone as soon as I saw the room, or better don't even open that door, but the set felt familiar and I saw the engraving." Wright's finger stopped at the rim, he seemed shaken, but so was Edgeworth. "I have been subscribed to 'Mister M' since the night before my first trial after I got my badge back. Thanks too you I was able to sleep well enough to defend an orca." Attorney's attempt at a joke went flat. Prosecutor couldn't possibly laugh it off now.
"How many... how many did you watch?"
Wright grabbed the mug tighter. He was fidgeting so much, uncomfortable as well. "All of them. A lot of them quite a few times."
With a heavy sound of chains three red locks blocked Miles view.
He forgot he was holding the magic rock but his shock should've showed up on his face and in a sharp breath he took, as the man in front of him looked up.
"Is there a lot?"
"Three. Should I interrogate you? The subject at hand is... well... you don't own me to watch everything I post." Miles thought maybe he should take something to drink too. Or hold and fidget with at the very least. Just to put down this magatama thing.
"No it's... okay. I did't watch the last one you posted yet, with office supplies. I only saw it yesterday and decided to watch it later."
The first lock broke easily. It wasn't a lie even. One more or one less video didn't make a difference. Well, there was one that would make a huge difference but judging by the absence of the lock, Wright already saw it. This thought led Miles to his next question.
"Did you know or suspect it was me?" He looked down as he asked. Magatama in his hands was glowing green.
"I had no idea, I swear." Wright answered voice shaking. But the next lock only shook a bit. Miles crooked his head. He knew somehow? "It's still in place, isn't it?"
"Yes. Spill it out, how did you find out. Were you actually searching for the studio today?" Edgeworth was getting nervous. If Wright knew then his identity might have leaked. How could it affect his career? With so many people thinking of those videos as strictly sexual and nothing more. He should have choose another hobby. Why did he think it would be better then writing MagiSteel fanfiction?
"Edgeworth you look like you're on a brink of panic attack. Trust me I didn't know I just... though 'Mister M' sounded and acted a lot like you." Wright finally let go of the mug and pushed it to the side. Cold coffee still barely touched. "I found it comforting and familiar, maybe while half dreaming I pretended it was actually you. And... in the end it is you."
The lock broke and it was Miles who let out a sigh of relief. But one still remained.
"One psycholock is still there." Was his only answer to this confession from his closest friend, who whispered something about 'calling them wrong'. Confession on how he found comfort in a voice that reminded him of Miles. "I'm glad I was able to help with your insomnia somewhat. I didn't know you found my voice calming. But well, I guess you're not the only one."
"Yeah, you have quite the following. Congratulations on hitting three hundred thousand subs the other week by the way." Wright smiled warmly at him.
Edgeworth chuckled finally relaxing a little bit. The man was sincere and it was a rather nice thing actually. "Thank you. I would have never thought you will be congratulating me with this achievement to my face."
"Then you would be even more shocked to know I even donated you. Now I get why the highest donation amount isn't big, it's not like you lack money." Wright suddenly drank some of his coffee and scrunched his nose at it being both cold and black.
"Yes, I accept them only because people practically commission some of my videos this way..." Miles almost went off topic but brain was analyzing on the background. "Wait. What did you put into 'video idea' form? I don't accept any donations with it not being filled in."
Wright breath hitched. He licked his lips, whispered 'shit', and looked down, closing his hands. "Well. You know..."
"No, Wright, I actually have no idea." He said for the second time this evening. But now it was a lie. He had an idea. He hoped, he prayed that he was correct. "What did you put in the form?"
He looked like he was on the witness stand. He swallowed, bit his lip and answered as quite as a whisper.
"I asked for whispers. For them to be positive affirmations, terms of... terms of endearment and... well... mentioning of romantic... feelings... The video you posted in response was called 'I tell you how much you mean to me'. It's a masterpiece. It's not just an ASMR, it's like a poem, I was... impressed."
Wright was shaking violently as well as the lock. They both looked like they were about to break. Edgeworth took a breath.
His words somehow reach their destination. It was a magnificent revelation. But his nature demanded him to check all possibilities.
"Why did you specifically asked for those things?"
Wright let out a pained laugh and looked away. "I don't know, guess! Do you really want me to spell it out for you?"
"Please do." If he would ask him to beg Edgeworth would.
"Fuck it." Phoenix downed the rest of his coffee like it was liqueur. "I'm in love with you, Miles! There, I admit it. I found someone who sounded a lot like you and I wanted to play pretend. To act as if you were loving me back. But as I listened to it I could only cry all night long because of how pathetic I am. Understanding that some imposter's video watched by thousands of people on the internet was the best thing I would ever get. And now I found out it's you and you'll be grossed out it's me, delete it and won't even have this video to cry over. And I pity myself and hate myself over how pathetic I am." Tears were running down Phoenix's face and as Miles searched for words as the last lock finally broke.
This was the end, he thought, crying in his friend's kitchen about to be kicked out. Phoenix watched as Miles put the magatama down, as he slowly rounded the table and then he couldn't watch anymore. He shut his eyes, expecting to be slapped, but he only felt warm breath on his earlobe.
"Phoenix." Miles whispered straight to his ear and it make shivers run all over his spine. Suddenly soft hand touched the other side of his face, caressing his jaw, slowly going into his hair. "I love you as well, so, so very much. Your request was, huh." Phoenix brain was barely catching up with what was happening and Miles soft chuckle by his ear didn't help. "It was quite difficult to records, I actually failed a few times. But then I decided to act as if I was talking to you, my love, and it went smoothly."
"Miles..." Attorney though he had a stroke because of how nervous he was and went straight to heaven. It could explain what was happening. "What are you doing?"
"What you asked for, darling. Express my romantic feelings..." Miles hand was playing with his hair, his hair! "Using terms of endearment you wanted to hear, my darling Phoenix, and should I tell you how brilliant I find you? Will that be a good way to give you positive affirmations you require? Because what a turnabout you pulled off today... I'm impressed."
"Am I dreaming?" He couldn't help himself but whisper back, only to get another chuckle it response to tickle his skin.
"No, but as you have a tendency to fall asleep to the sound of my voice I will ask you to open your eyes and look at me, just to be sure." The hand in his hair moved to his cheek as Phoenix slowly opened his eyes. Miles's face was so close. He managed to take off his glasses at some point and now was gazing with the warmest of smiles. "I really do love you, Phoenix Wright. You called my video a poem and I think you're correct. It's my poem to you, about you, of you, for you. Every word of it. It's just my feelings for you laying bare for the whole world to see."
"Oh my god. I love you too, Miles." Phoenix said as if he didn't confess first, making Miles smile even more. Suddenly he felt an urge to outdo the man who swooned him. "I think I've been in love with you for about ten years."
But somehow it made Edgeworth looked more hurt then impressed. "You... why didn't you tell me?"
"The time was never right. And with time and my self loathing I was convinced you would never love me back so..." he trailed off, glancing away, but his attention was back as hand stroked his cheek. "I'm sorry."
"What for?" Miles looked puzzled by the apology.
"I found a place that was suppose to be a secret, went in, exposed you and everything." Biting his lip attorney looked down.
Edgeworth smiled somewhat sadly. "It's alright. I should have told you. I knew you would never judge. But I was scared anyway. And I also should have told of my feelings sooner. Maybe I should have kissed you right after you defended me."
Phoenix shivered but now he had all the courage he needed. "No time like the present."
It was a simple suggestion, half joke, but Miles's lips crushed with his the next second. He also waited for so long. It was brilliant, it was messy, their teeth almost clashed, but soon they found a rhythm. As Edgeworth hands - Edgeworth hands, finally - were back in Phoenix hair, his tongue was in his mouth. Their first kiss almost turned into their first full on make out session, as Miles sat on his lap. Only mutual desperation for air made them separate.
As questions were filling Wrights mind, Edgeworth held onto him and whispered to his ear again. "Thank you for not listening to what I tell you to do. I'm so happy you figured me out, Phoenix, my love."
"Do you want to kill me or something?" Phoenix whined feeling hands all over him and warm breath by his ear.
Miles wiggled at his place and smiled way too knowingly and proudly. "Wright, ASMR is not a sexual thing, it's used for relaxation-"
"I know! But you sitting on my laps, touching me and whispering all this thing to my actual ear so I can fell your breath... this is hot as hell!" He was too happy to be embarrassed.
"Do you want me to stop?" Edgeworth whispered again and pressing closer, feeling everything that he did to the man below him.
"Never." Phoenix touched his back, enjoying the embrace.
"Then bear with me, darling."
Few month later this was their new normal. Phoenix and Trucy never went back to their apartment, they didn't need it anymore, living with Miles. Also Phoenix didn't need the guest room anymore, Miles's bed being spacious enough for both of them and all their activities. Defense attorney still had trouble sleeping from time to time. And Chief Prosecutor of Japanfornia still had his secret hobby.
For some reason 'Mister M' didn't upload as frequently as he used to.But the range of the videos changed. There was now a frequent guest appearance of his supposed boyfriend Mister W - he never disclosed who the man was, but that was what subscribers thought because of how comfortable they seemed around each other. He never posted anything remotely close to his most popular video "POV I tell you how much you mean to me" even as comments begged him for part two.
Phoenix on the other hand had an easies access to the most calming voice on the planet. "Babe, please, even if it would be case files!" He whined on the bed.
"I'm starting to thing I spoiled you rotten, Phoenix, now you can't fall asleep without my voice." Miles glanced over the law book he was reading. "You have plenty of my videos at your disposal."
"No, I don't want a 'canned Miles' I want the real thing!" Man laid his head on his boyfriend shoulder, placing a soft kiss to his exposed neck. "Please."
"That's what you call it now? Oh, where did 'poem' went?" Edgeworth grumbled but he didn't sound actually angry.
"You know what I mean. I listen to that video every time you're away. But I can't cuddle with my phone, Miles, pretty please. Just read that out loud and I will be fast asleep glued to your side in no time. You know me." He was already practically glued to Miles.
Edgeworth let out a long sigh, put away the book, as well as his glasses and turned off the lights. He liked it as well and they both knew it. As they were laying in bed, limps tangled, he whispered: "I just can't say no to you. But I also know that I can't leave you alone with the thoughts in your head, with your anxieties. You were my knight once, saving me, and if I can partially repay you by whispering my love to you, who am I to decline?"
He felt Phoenix smile and move closer to whisper back at him, lips almost touching his earlobe. "I would save you a thousand more times if it means we can stay together, Miles. I will be beside you no matter what, my beloved."
By now he was also really good at making his lover shiver with his voice alone. He would've made a good asmrtist, and they even recorded some videos together. But Miles Edgeworth was a selfish man and he would keep as much Phoenix Wright to himself as possible.
So just like they often did, they were lying in bed at night, indulging in exchanges of the loveliest of whispers.